Almodovar's love letter to the various sides of womanhood. What struck me, seeing this film in a packed house at the Metrograph, is how the heroines dabble in different societal roles for women—nurse, mother, whore, nun, diva—but are still defined by their individuality, bonding in a microcosm where men are scarcely present. The other coup is the balance of tones; mixing comedy with an HIV diagnosis takes skill.

So good. Loved Agrado so much, for me she's kinda of a source of life in the movie. The scene where she takes the stage and talks about her life was amazing. I love Almodóvar, and I think that he did great in this movie in particular, cause you can finally feel the weight and reality of the characters in a different - but better - way.

Probably the very best, finest Almodovar. His only film that combines both the best of his colorful sassy but heartbraking and decadent characters, and the deep delusional cold hearted of his dramas. Besides of that "expanded universe" sensation provided by scenes like the one on the beginning where the nurse it's making a recreation, a teathrical play for organ donation, and that reminds us of La flor de mi secreto

the first hour or so of every almodovar film is fresh and fascinating and full of nice world-building but then it like ends and whatever it is he's trying to say comes into focus and it's always a muck of messy slobber and drool on the floor that you're embarrassed to clean up